The flowers at the funeral were bright and colorful, white orchids and pink carnations spreading across the pulpit. A singer wailed a plaintive hymn, "I know He holds my hand." A church elder urged the assembled to ignore the newspapers and remember that "a man's legacy is not determined by one chapter of his life." He said only those who truly knew the Lord could say who they thought He was.Then he asked the mourners: "Who do YOU think Eddie Martin was?"
Now that Annika Sorenstam, the best female golfer in the world, has accepted an invitation to play a PGA Tour event -- against the best male golfers in the world -- a lot of people want to weigh in.Some say, "Good for her." They feel if a woman is good enough to hold her own against the men, why not let her try?Others say, "This is the end of the world. If a woman plays on the men's tour, then men should play on the women's tour -- and then where would we be?"Well. We wouldn't be at Augusta, I can tell you that.
He sounded a bit nervous. But then, if you were being handed, at the same time, the biggest paycheck of your career and the second-worst team in pro football, wouldn't you be nervous, too?"Just tell me one thing," I asked Steve Mariucci, the Lions' new head coach, Wednesday afternoon, "tell me you can win more than three games next year.""Ah, ah . . ." he said, stalling, "we'll go one game at a time.""No," I insisted. "Please. Just say you can win three games. Just say it. You can, right?""Ah, ah," he laughed. "Don't put words in my mouth."
Put on the coffee. Pull open the shades. The Detroit Lions, awakening from a decades-long slumber, are today, officially, entering the 21st Century.They are, for the first time, hiring a coach that other teams actually covet. They are, for the first time, paying the kind of money the top teams pay and the top coaches get. They are, for the first time, jumping feet first into the sandbox with the other top NFL teams, looking to a proven, young winner to guide them -- instead of some who-dat face they got on the cheap.
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.
